fanmix: Rust [Harry Potter/SPN fusion]
title: rust
subject: harry potter/supernatural fusion, next gen - the potter family.
notes: made for waywardmixes, theme: AU. Info on the AU in the post.
CANON; HARRY POTTER.
Harry Potter is a series of seven fantasy novels written by the British author J. K. Rowling. The books chronicle the adventures of a wizard, Harry Potter and his friends Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger, all of whom are students at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
The epilogue to the series introduces us to the new generation of characters, including Harry & his wife Ginny's children: James Sirius, Lily Luna and Albus Severus.
CANON; SUPERNATURAL.
Supernatural is an American supernatural drama television show by Eric Kripke. The serries follows the brothers Sam & Dean Winchester as they hunt demons, ghosts, monsters and other supernatural creatures.
THE AU
Once upon a time, there was a fairly decent hunter by the name of Harry Potter. He drove around America (because driving around Britain would take you approximately five minutes and there's no interest in that) hunting the supernatural. On his travels, he met a beautiful maiden by the name of Ginny Weasley. Together, they were pretty fucking badass and enjoyed the adrenaline rush of hunting...until they decided to start a family.
Unfortunately, their happiness wasn't to last. A tragic accident resulted in Ginny's death, leaving Harry with three children - the youngest barely ten weeks old - and a car. He tried to settle down, to keep them safe but the hunter's life called to him. His children - James, Albus and Lily - were raised on the road, though not all of them stayed there.
On The Road; Keane
Harry/Ginny
Golden light lies ahead,
It's just around the bend.He meets her in a bar, catches the scent of her perfume and then she's leaning across the bar to him, bright eyed and smiling wide.
"Hunter?" she asks, sliding a whiskey he hadn't ordered towards him. There's a twang to her accent, a soft southern spin to it. "My brother's are hunters, Bill and Charlie Weasley, maybe you know 'em? You can't miss 'em, not really." She's right, he does, they're big and muscular, tattooed and pierced and they have the same fiery red hair as her.
"Yeah," he says, downs the whiskey like it's water and wishes he'd thought to shave. "I know them. They're good men."
"'Course they are," she says, still grinning, her eyes shining in the low light. "My momma wouldn't have it any other way." She wipes her hand on the apron tied around her waist before she holds it out. He takes it, her grip is firm and her hands calloused. "I'm Ginny, pleasure to meet you."
"Harry," he says. She pours him another whiskey with a whisper of on the house."
"Now, Harry." She leans against the bar, props her elbows on it and stares at him. "I always wanted to be a hunter. Tell me what it's like."
Encyclopedia; Wintersleep
Harry
Are you still alive?
Does it still hurt?
Yeah, you're alive but what's it worth?
This vague encyclopedia of hurt.At first, he lets James sit in the front seat. It's partly for James, suddenly with so much responsibility, only four years old and already caring for Lily and Albus. It's mostly for him, the idea of not having someone by his side in the passenger seat too strange to comprehend. It's okay at first, a little odd looking over to see James kicking his legs back into the seat and chattering away to himself, but then the initial pain soothes itself over and he forgets, he forgets that Ginny's dead and whenever he catches the flash of red from the corner of his eye, he thinks it's her, thinks she's sitting there, silently staring out the window and smiling to herself.
Alcoholic; Starsailor
James Sirius
Don't you know you've got your Daddy's eyes,
And your Daddy was an alcoholic.It broke James when Dad died, broke him clean in half and left him with splinters of his heart and splinters of his family. Orphans now, a word that doesn't feel right when you're getting too close to thirty, a brother who always wanted to be as far away as possible from a nomadic family, a sister and a car and himself stuck together with scotch tape and hopes and promises.
He gets into fights with Hunters who just try and soothe the hurt in their own ways. He scowls at the the ones who say you have his eyes like it's something special, like they don't all have his eyes, like Albus isn't a near clone of him and James too much like the mother they barely remember anyway, he scowls and he shouts and Lily pulls him away with a gentle hand on his arm and an enough now. She doesn't hold him back from the others, the ones who say he'd hold you back soon anyway, you've got promise, boy because it hurts her too, not the compliment they think it is at all.
Radioactive; Imagine Dragons
Lily Luna
I'm waking up to ash and dust
I wipe my brow and I sweat my rust
I'm breathing in the chemicals.When you live on the road, when your life is devoted to saving people and hunting things, you get used to a tougher kind of life. You get used to the knowledge that nobody else has, you're haunted by your ability to comprehend how close the world is to an all out apocalypse at any given time.
Growing up on the road, they know it better than anyone else. Lily jokes she can feel it in her bones when something big is about to go down - something big is always about to go down - and James wouldn't be surprised if it was true. She truly was one with the road, the car had been her crib, her home, the backseat her yard to play in. She's imbued with it, the very essence of the road and their life.
In The Crossfire; Starsailor
Albus Severus
I don't see myself when I look in the mirror
I see who I should be
I don't see myself when I look in your eyes
Thank God for that.Albus was never like them. He'd never enjoyed the rush of the hunt, the burn of the hurt afterwards the way they had. He'd always known, growing up, that while Dad was okay with that, while Dad was okay with his dreams of an escape and college and a normal life, James and Lily never were. They looked at him and saw someone that didn't try hard enough, someone who didn't care enough about family and loyalty the way they did, James with semper fidelis curving it's way over his heart, stark black letters that seemed to whisper accusingly at Albus. They didn't look at him and see somebody who was just different to them, because different had always been bad.
Garands; Young The Giant
James Sirius & Lily Luna
Broken bones and muddy shoes
Running through the fields I knew
Join the ranks of the favored few.It was strange how well James and Lily took to hunting. James started first, following Harry out with a rifle in his hand and a knife tucked close to his thigh when he was barely fourteen. By the time Lily was 11, she was helping to set broken bones, cleaning dirt and pus from wounds while Albus hung back, his mouth turned down and a disgusted tone to his voice. She followed James at fifteen, slung a duffel over her bag and stared them down and said I'm coming whether you like it or not and James already taught me how to shoot.
All Alright; fun.
James Sirius & Lily Luna
Waiting for a friend to call
and say they're still alive.
I've given everyone I know
a good reason to go.
I was surprised you stuck around
long enough to figure out
that it's all alright.With Dad gone and Albus in Chicago pretending he's normal, Lily is all James has left. Most of the time, he can't figure out why. More than once, he's disappeared, heading off into the night in the car and he's come back days later, stinking of sex and booze, and she's still there, in the same motel, with a stolen car in the space he'd vacated and a new bruise to give him.
"Don't," she says, every single time, her voice low and dangerous. "Do that again." There'll be blood on her knife and the smell of smoke in her hair, proof she's probably gone and done her own thing, solved her own case because she doesn't need him like he needs her, and he'll do it again, but she'll wait, and she'll punch him again and she'll threaten him again and they'll carry on carrying on.
Volatile Times; IAMX.
Lily Luna
I drove through countries like a marching funeral
In the search of fools and utopias
Along the lonely roads with all the empty human souls
Filling their heavy hearts
With slum religion and Coca-Cola
Every book is read and I'm paralyzed
Every fist is clenched, but I'm so tired.She's seen America inside out, worked through it on tired wheels, her hands pressed to the window like the bars of a cage. She's saved people and she's fucked up and people have died and she's watched them die and she's done nothing, the same eyes she's used to watch a child reunited with a parent, a lover with another. She's held a gun with the same hand she used to hold a woman. She's sat in diners and booked into motels and she's pretended she's normal, pretended that she's on vacation, a road trip with her big brother, clinging onto their youth and the wild times that come with that. She's pretended and she's lied and once upon a time she told the truth and her body aches under the pressure of it all.
Carry On My Wayward Son; Kansas
James Sirius & Lily Luna
Carry on my wayward son,
For there'll be peace when you are done.The road stretches out ahead of them. Lily's in the passenger seat, one of his hoodies pulled on over her clothes to keep out the dawn chill. The hem of it reaches past the end of her shorts, the sleeves covering her hands. Her eyes are tight with exhaustion but she's valiantly staying awake, picking dried blood off of her kneecap.
She looks young, he thinks as he coaxes the engine to life. Like she's fourteen and they've just snuck out of the motel room of the week, like dad'll be waiting with a frown and nothing to stay and Al'll look like he's been left out again.
He could pretend, like this, that they'd grown up normally. That she's just his little sister and Mom and Dad are going to be worried sick at home and Albus is going to mutter like he wouldn't have said no if he'd been invited.
"I fucking hate witches," she snaps, and the spells broken, and it's just Lily and James in a car that used to belong to their parents, a car that used to be shared by three siblings.
The sun's rising, burning Lily's skin a burnished red and as he glances in the rearview mirror, a new town left behind, it feels like home.
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subject: harry potter/supernatural fusion, next gen - the potter family.
notes: made for waywardmixes, theme: AU. Info on the AU in the post.
CANON; HARRY POTTER.
Harry Potter is a series of seven fantasy novels written by the British author J. K. Rowling. The books chronicle the adventures of a wizard, Harry Potter and his friends Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger, all of whom are students at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
The epilogue to the series introduces us to the new generation of characters, including Harry & his wife Ginny's children: James Sirius, Lily Luna and Albus Severus.
CANON; SUPERNATURAL.
Supernatural is an American supernatural drama television show by Eric Kripke. The serries follows the brothers Sam & Dean Winchester as they hunt demons, ghosts, monsters and other supernatural creatures.
THE AU
Once upon a time, there was a fairly decent hunter by the name of Harry Potter. He drove around America (because driving around Britain would take you approximately five minutes and there's no interest in that) hunting the supernatural. On his travels, he met a beautiful maiden by the name of Ginny Weasley. Together, they were pretty fucking badass and enjoyed the adrenaline rush of hunting...until they decided to start a family.
Unfortunately, their happiness wasn't to last. A tragic accident resulted in Ginny's death, leaving Harry with three children - the youngest barely ten weeks old - and a car. He tried to settle down, to keep them safe but the hunter's life called to him. His children - James, Albus and Lily - were raised on the road, though not all of them stayed there.
On The Road; Keane
Harry/Ginny
Golden light lies ahead,
It's just around the bend.He meets her in a bar, catches the scent of her perfume and then she's leaning across the bar to him, bright eyed and smiling wide.
"Hunter?" she asks, sliding a whiskey he hadn't ordered towards him. There's a twang to her accent, a soft southern spin to it. "My brother's are hunters, Bill and Charlie Weasley, maybe you know 'em? You can't miss 'em, not really." She's right, he does, they're big and muscular, tattooed and pierced and they have the same fiery red hair as her.
"Yeah," he says, downs the whiskey like it's water and wishes he'd thought to shave. "I know them. They're good men."
"'Course they are," she says, still grinning, her eyes shining in the low light. "My momma wouldn't have it any other way." She wipes her hand on the apron tied around her waist before she holds it out. He takes it, her grip is firm and her hands calloused. "I'm Ginny, pleasure to meet you."
"Harry," he says. She pours him another whiskey with a whisper of on the house."
"Now, Harry." She leans against the bar, props her elbows on it and stares at him. "I always wanted to be a hunter. Tell me what it's like."
Encyclopedia; Wintersleep
Harry
Are you still alive?
Does it still hurt?
Yeah, you're alive but what's it worth?
This vague encyclopedia of hurt.At first, he lets James sit in the front seat. It's partly for James, suddenly with so much responsibility, only four years old and already caring for Lily and Albus. It's mostly for him, the idea of not having someone by his side in the passenger seat too strange to comprehend. It's okay at first, a little odd looking over to see James kicking his legs back into the seat and chattering away to himself, but then the initial pain soothes itself over and he forgets, he forgets that Ginny's dead and whenever he catches the flash of red from the corner of his eye, he thinks it's her, thinks she's sitting there, silently staring out the window and smiling to herself.
Alcoholic; Starsailor
James Sirius
Don't you know you've got your Daddy's eyes,
And your Daddy was an alcoholic.It broke James when Dad died, broke him clean in half and left him with splinters of his heart and splinters of his family. Orphans now, a word that doesn't feel right when you're getting too close to thirty, a brother who always wanted to be as far away as possible from a nomadic family, a sister and a car and himself stuck together with scotch tape and hopes and promises.
He gets into fights with Hunters who just try and soothe the hurt in their own ways. He scowls at the the ones who say you have his eyes like it's something special, like they don't all have his eyes, like Albus isn't a near clone of him and James too much like the mother they barely remember anyway, he scowls and he shouts and Lily pulls him away with a gentle hand on his arm and an enough now. She doesn't hold him back from the others, the ones who say he'd hold you back soon anyway, you've got promise, boy because it hurts her too, not the compliment they think it is at all.
Radioactive; Imagine Dragons
Lily Luna
I'm waking up to ash and dust
I wipe my brow and I sweat my rust
I'm breathing in the chemicals.When you live on the road, when your life is devoted to saving people and hunting things, you get used to a tougher kind of life. You get used to the knowledge that nobody else has, you're haunted by your ability to comprehend how close the world is to an all out apocalypse at any given time.
Growing up on the road, they know it better than anyone else. Lily jokes she can feel it in her bones when something big is about to go down - something big is always about to go down - and James wouldn't be surprised if it was true. She truly was one with the road, the car had been her crib, her home, the backseat her yard to play in. She's imbued with it, the very essence of the road and their life.
In The Crossfire; Starsailor
Albus Severus
I don't see myself when I look in the mirror
I see who I should be
I don't see myself when I look in your eyes
Thank God for that.Albus was never like them. He'd never enjoyed the rush of the hunt, the burn of the hurt afterwards the way they had. He'd always known, growing up, that while Dad was okay with that, while Dad was okay with his dreams of an escape and college and a normal life, James and Lily never were. They looked at him and saw someone that didn't try hard enough, someone who didn't care enough about family and loyalty the way they did, James with semper fidelis curving it's way over his heart, stark black letters that seemed to whisper accusingly at Albus. They didn't look at him and see somebody who was just different to them, because different had always been bad.
Garands; Young The Giant
James Sirius & Lily Luna
Broken bones and muddy shoes
Running through the fields I knew
Join the ranks of the favored few.It was strange how well James and Lily took to hunting. James started first, following Harry out with a rifle in his hand and a knife tucked close to his thigh when he was barely fourteen. By the time Lily was 11, she was helping to set broken bones, cleaning dirt and pus from wounds while Albus hung back, his mouth turned down and a disgusted tone to his voice. She followed James at fifteen, slung a duffel over her bag and stared them down and said I'm coming whether you like it or not and James already taught me how to shoot.
All Alright; fun.
James Sirius & Lily Luna
Waiting for a friend to call
and say they're still alive.
I've given everyone I know
a good reason to go.
I was surprised you stuck around
long enough to figure out
that it's all alright.With Dad gone and Albus in Chicago pretending he's normal, Lily is all James has left. Most of the time, he can't figure out why. More than once, he's disappeared, heading off into the night in the car and he's come back days later, stinking of sex and booze, and she's still there, in the same motel, with a stolen car in the space he'd vacated and a new bruise to give him.
"Don't," she says, every single time, her voice low and dangerous. "Do that again." There'll be blood on her knife and the smell of smoke in her hair, proof she's probably gone and done her own thing, solved her own case because she doesn't need him like he needs her, and he'll do it again, but she'll wait, and she'll punch him again and she'll threaten him again and they'll carry on carrying on.
Volatile Times; IAMX.
Lily Luna
I drove through countries like a marching funeral
In the search of fools and utopias
Along the lonely roads with all the empty human souls
Filling their heavy hearts
With slum religion and Coca-Cola
Every book is read and I'm paralyzed
Every fist is clenched, but I'm so tired.She's seen America inside out, worked through it on tired wheels, her hands pressed to the window like the bars of a cage. She's saved people and she's fucked up and people have died and she's watched them die and she's done nothing, the same eyes she's used to watch a child reunited with a parent, a lover with another. She's held a gun with the same hand she used to hold a woman. She's sat in diners and booked into motels and she's pretended she's normal, pretended that she's on vacation, a road trip with her big brother, clinging onto their youth and the wild times that come with that. She's pretended and she's lied and once upon a time she told the truth and her body aches under the pressure of it all.
Carry On My Wayward Son; Kansas
James Sirius & Lily Luna
Carry on my wayward son,
For there'll be peace when you are done.The road stretches out ahead of them. Lily's in the passenger seat, one of his hoodies pulled on over her clothes to keep out the dawn chill. The hem of it reaches past the end of her shorts, the sleeves covering her hands. Her eyes are tight with exhaustion but she's valiantly staying awake, picking dried blood off of her kneecap.
She looks young, he thinks as he coaxes the engine to life. Like she's fourteen and they've just snuck out of the motel room of the week, like dad'll be waiting with a frown and nothing to stay and Al'll look like he's been left out again.
He could pretend, like this, that they'd grown up normally. That she's just his little sister and Mom and Dad are going to be worried sick at home and Albus is going to mutter like he wouldn't have said no if he'd been invited.
"I fucking hate witches," she snaps, and the spells broken, and it's just Lily and James in a car that used to belong to their parents, a car that used to be shared by three siblings.
The sun's rising, burning Lily's skin a burnished red and as he glances in the rearview mirror, a new town left behind, it feels like home.
DOWNLOAD
.rar, mediafire, 55mb.
previous Harry Potter mixes
previous Supernatural mixes
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